Yeah Motherfuckers already at the door Get the loot and out the floor we gotta roll Shit cold, it's just audio dope being sold How many more times motherfuckers gotta be told But they want us to fold, shop close Relocate, we just opened one more Left the majors alone Made that same paper on my own Reciting Comega lyrics through a megaphone Or jamming Raekwon purple tape in my lavender Wraith Moet bottles, champagne showers Bitches in Gucci ski goggles, Instagram models Following everybody but God I'm a sinner though I talk to the lord often Living large and dealing with temptation is hard I smashed her in the Sprinter in the parking lot After awards, I never made it in Fuck it, who would have ever noticed if I even did Low as I is Smoked out at the crib or lowriding with Wiz Scooped him from the airport like fool get in 2009 anniversary ten would be in 2019 So dropping it then just makes sense This a holdover to the real stones Which one of you got a lighter you can loan me Rolling up another zone on my lonely Eastside to my motherfucking homies